911 Renovate Shangqing Palace

"Greetings, Master!"

A moment later, Zhang Daoling arrived on a cloud.

Jiang Chen had no patience for pleasantries with his disciple. Upon seeing him, he scolded sharply, "Daoling, you are too soft-hearted. If you can't make this decision, I will make it for you."

"Send out the order, should any disciple from our sect collude with outsiders to harm the City God, strip them of their cultivation, cast their souls into the endless Purgatory, to suffer the torment of perpetual burning by infernal fires."

Jiang Chen was now very angry. Being a City God in any place required formidable strength, which, if not comparable to the divine immortals, wouldn't be too far off. How could mere mortals deal death to them?

It must be only with the aid of cultivators that mortals could harness the power to kill a City God.